What's with the giant's hand?
I have a giant hand. Humongous, rough, untrimmed nails with unnecessary cuticles, hairy, full of callus on the palm. It looks strong on appearance, but yet it is still flesh and bones. My giant hand holds the truth. My giant hand can be used to do many stuffs.
When I'm filled with fury, I misuse my giant hand and the truth as I turned the hand cold and hard. My giant hand is no longer the real instrument of mercy as I dealt the truth mercilessly on dishonesty. And I crushed a heart with my giant hand.
When I'm filled with love, the giant's hand turns warm and soft; so much so that when the hand is laid upon a heart, the warmth and love can soften cold and harden heart; softly and slowly. Then, the heart can start beating and pumping blood. Then, a life is started.
What's with the giant's hand?